Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.